The highway
Is a giant snake before me
As if a shimmering mirage
Within a distant dream
The wind
Feels like the hand of an angel
Softly tugging at my long
Raven silver mane
The world
Is a Chinese tapestry
Of a brilliant blue ocean
And snow-capped majestic mountains
The ride
Divides the awesome array
With engine's deafening
Creating a silent passage
The curves
Providing stimulation
Like those of a wanting woman
Racing the hungry heart
The walker
Experiences a flash
Of red chromed black leather
And a receding roar
© Copyrights G. Jones 2012
Author's Note: In the Wind Series
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